Having a suspect in custody meant Fallon was able to reclaim some of her lost freedom. There was no guarantee the suspect was in fact the assassin, but she was inclined to believe a man with a potent poison attempting to enter her home had to be the correct person. Tomorrow she would hopefully find out who it was, however tonight was reserved for a celebratory drink.

"Not quite yet." Merlin, she was itching for it, though. Even if she sat on desk duty for another month, that had to be better than the relentless boredom of her flat. JP's case file had taken but a day, and he wasn't going to be able to send her more to decipher from a hopsital bed. "They want the case closed before I come back."

A single glass of beer sat in front of her half drunk. Fallon didn't wish to tempt fate into making the caught suspect the wrong man. It would be too easy to sneak up on her in such a crowded setting if she wasn't remaining vigilant. "They think they caught him," she then announced with a small grin. "I only just found out yesterday."